Down with the King- Dream SMP

4- Tommy

WARNING: Language

They had thrown him in a cell and left him there. He had only been sitting in the cell for thirty minutes and Tommy had already counted how many blackstone bricks there were in the ceiling. The cell itself wasn't bad size wise. He estimated that it could hold up to four Tommy's at once, give or take. In the corner was a slop bucket and cauldron with running water, surprisingly. On the other side of the room was a thin mattress stuffed with hay and a wool blanket riddled with holes. The cell itself was made entirely of blackstone bricks and from the looks of it, the walls were pretty damn thick too. He had a small window at the top of the cell, but it was much too high for him to reach and that was saying something, considering he was very tall for his age. Iron bars separated him from the stairs that led to the only entrance and exit of the room. The only thing of interest in the room was the unexplained black square in the center of the wall across from him. Tommy couldn't fathom what it was for other than tasteless decoration.

Sunlight streamed across the room and Tommy wished that it would go away as he huddled in his dark corner. There was nothing to be cheery about. Upon entering the castle, his weapons and armor had been confiscated. They had searched him, tossing him about as if he were no more than a rag doll. Tommy vaguely remembered what had happened between then and now as his mind had still been reeling. The image of Dream with his ax in Wilbur had been engraved on the back of his eyelids, the moment forever seared in his memory. He saw it every time he closed his eyes, every time he blinked. 

"Jesus Christ," he murmured to himself as the tears began anew. "Wilbur..."

Wilbur was dead.

His dreams were filled with images of his brother and the king, each one more terrifying and horrific than the last. Tommy would wake from each one in a cold sweat, gasping for air and coming back to the reality where his brother was gone for good. When the sun rose, he covered his eyes.

The door to his cell opened. He was on his feet in a moment, glaring at the man who walked down the stairs towards him.

"Dream," he growled, spitting at his shoes. The king said nothing. He simply grabbed a chair from beyond Tommy's iron bars and took a seat in front of the cell, hands folded in his lap.

"You son of a bitch, when I get out of here, I'm going to kill you!" Tommy yelled, his hands grasping the freezing bars of his cell. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Dream! I'll kill you!"

The king said nothing.

"You fucked up," Tommy seethed. "Dream! You fucked up!"

The king said nothing. Tommy laughed, pushing his blonde hair away from his forehead.

"Fine!" Tommy chuckled, his eyes roving the room wildly. "FINE! Don't talk to me, you son of a bitch! Fuck you, Dream! Ha!"

He began to pace the room, muttering under his breath, all while Dream continued to sit there in silence.

"I can play this game too!" Tommy said after growing bored of pacing. He sat down in the middle of his cell, glaring at Dream's masked face. "Yeah, how does it feel bitch!"

Dream said nothing, sitting in his stoic silence. It pissed Tommy off to no end. He screamed at him, spat at him, threw every known insult Dream's way and still his words were met with silence.

The sun was high in the sky when Tommy snapped.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he shouted. "Say something, goddamn it! Just say something, anything, you massive asshole! Fucking talk to me!"

The king said nothing.

"I'm not- I'm not dreaming, am I?" he wondered aloud, quickly pinching himself. "No, not dreaming. Dream, please, just talk to me!"

Silence. Tommy glared at him and his stupid mask, stupid green cloak, stupid netherite ax strapped to his side. At least it had been cleaned of Wilbur's blood.

"Did you enjoy killing him?" Tommy asked darkly, his eyes still on the ax. "Did you relish the fact that you killed the only family I had left? I don't know if you know this, Dream, but Wilbur is my brother. Oh fuck, I have to say was..."

He quickly wiped away his tears, refusing to let Dream see him like this.

"Do you have family, Dream? Do you know what it's like to lose a family member? I do, now. And it's all your fucking fault."

Tommy smiled at Dream, though there was nothing kind in it.

"It leaves a big fucking hole, Dream, losing someone."

Silence. It was the silence more than anything that made Tommy so irrationally angry.

"GODDAMN IT DREAM, SAY SOMETHING!" he shouted, leaping forward to grab the iron bars of his cell once more. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO STAY HERE, SAY SOMETHING!"

Dream said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"You're full of shit, you know?" Tommy said bitterly, releasing his grip on the bars. He turned away from Dream, focusing his attention on the wall in front of him. He sat there for hours, occasionally turning around to see if Dream was still there. He always was, never moving, always watching.

Soon, Tommy's stomach began to rumble as the sun began its descent from the sky.

"You wouldn't happen to have any food on you, would you?" he asked, turning around to look at Dream. When his question went unanswered, he laughed softly. "Yeah, I thought so bitch boy."

When the cell was bathed in red light, Tommy found that he could no longer resist the urge to piss.

"Mind giving me some privacy?" he asked, turning to Dream. Much to his surprise, Dream stood up from his chair and quickly left the room.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Tommy yelled. "All I had to do was piss and you would leave? Fuck you!"

Dream did not return, though a small plate of food was delivered to his cell by a royal guard.

"Ay, where's bitch boy?" Tommy asked the guard. "He's supposed to be here, tormenting me in silence."

"His Majesty hasn't been down here all day," the guard replied, looking at Tommy in confusion. "No one has."

Tommy blinked, confused. "Then who was I talking to all day?"

The guard left without answering, leaving Tommy alone. Had he truly made Dream up? Had he only imagined that he was talking to someone? The thought left a sickly feeling in his stomach. He wasn't going crazy already, was he?